Harper looked up, her face pale in the morning light.

“David’s gone.

You don’t have to finish his audits.”

“I’m an active military intelligence officer,” I said.

“The duty was mine as much as it was his.”

“He was your brother-in-law,” Harper said.

“He was trying to build a firm that could take care of all of us.”

“He was using David’s name to launder stolen military money,” I said.